เข้าสู่ระบบCuties! DID YOU SEE THAT?! 🏒 Noah just walked in, got bullied into goalie duty, then said “bet” and absolutely humbled the captain in front of the entire team 😭 Captain Coffee Guy is NOT okay and I’m here for it 😂 That final smirk from Chase though… the obsession is starting. Quick question: Are you screaming “Noah ate and left no crumbs” or “Chase is about to make him pay (in the hottest way possible)”? Be honest! Thank you for supporting this newbie author 💕 Your comments = my fuel.
"Alright, let's see everything we did wrong." Coach Jenkins said, standing near the screen with a remote in one hand. A few groans rippled through the room but he ignored them.The players settled into their seats as the lights inside the film room dimmed and the projector flickered to life. It hummed, and then the first clip rolled. A defensive breakdown. Coach paused it."Morrison." he called and the defenseman sighed."I know.""And what do you know?" Coach asked and the room chuckled softly.Practice film reviews usually had a rhythm to them. Coach dissected mistakes, the players defended themselves, Tyler sometimes made jokes, Reid whispered sarcastic commentary from the back row and even Chase occasionally pointed out details Coach hadn't noticed. Today, none of that happened. The room felt unusually quiet.Chase sat near the center of the last row, elbows resting on his knees, eyes fixed on the screen. At least, that was where they should have been. Instead, they kept drifting
The streets of Ann Arbor had grown quiet by the time Chase realized he had been driving for hours. The dashboard clock glowed 11:30 P.M. He had already searched everywhere that made sense. Noah’s dorm, the river walk, the convenience store near the athletic complex where Noah always bought those cheap energy drinks after late practices, and even the empty parking lot outside Yost. Nothing.His phone remained silent on the passenger seat and every few minutes, he glanced at it. No calls, no texts and no sign that Noah even wanted to be found. The bruise on his cheek pulsed every few minutes, reminding him of every word his father had spoken that morning.He only has to stay away from you.He was supposed to go home, sleep and show up to class tomorrow. Instead, he found himself turning onto the highway toward Detroit. He wasn't even planning to stop, he just wanted to drive past once. Then he saw him. A lone figure sitting on one of the concrete benches outside Detroit Medical Center. B
Chase arrived at Yost late and pulled in too fast, screeching into an empty space. He killed the engine, glanced at the dashboard clock, and swore under his breath. 7:37 A.M. Practice had started a long time ago.He sat for half a second with both hands on the wheel before pushing the door open and jogged toward the entrance, barely registering the cold Michigan air biting through his hoodie. His mind wasn't on practice. It hadn't been since he'd stood helplessly while his father calmly explained exactly how he intended to destroy them.The memory made his jaw tighten. The bruise on his cheek had darkened and it pulled every time he clenched his jaw. Inside the arena the cold hit him first, sharp and familiar. Then the sound of skates already cutting ice. Practice had started without him.He pushed through the arena doors just as Coach Jenkins' whistle echoed across the ice. He was standing at the boards with his arms crossed and turned the moment Chase appeared in the tunnel."Nice of
Chase lingered outside the door of Eli's room for only a few minutes before he went back down and found his father, standing near the tall windows in the study, a cup of black coffee in one hand, gazing out at the manicured grounds as though the events of the past hour had merely been another business meeting. Morning light poured through the towering windows, washing the room in gold, but nothing about it felt warm anymore. "Have you two spoken?" Adrian asked, turning only slightly to look at his son."No," Chase stopped a few feet inside the room. “He won’t talk to me.”Adrian regarded him quietly before giving a slow, almost approving nod, his voice, calm and almost pleased. "Good. He's beginning to think clearly."That single word settled over the room like ice and Chase frowned. "Good? You practically kidnapped and imprisoned his brother.""I relocated his brother and provided superior medical care.""You really believe there's a difference?" Chase laughed once but it held no amu
The fire continued to crackle inside the marble fireplace, its orange glow dancing across the polished floor where Noah still knelt. His wrists remained behind his back, numb from the restraints. His ribs throbbed where Adrian's guard had struck him and his shoulder ached from hitting the floor, but he barely felt any of it. There was only one thought left in his mind.Eli.The men were gone and Adrian was gone. Only Chase remained.He stood several feet away, one hand unconsciously touching the red mark blooming across his cheek where his father had slapped him. Neither of them spoke and neither looked at the other.A full minute slipped by before Noah finally broke the silence."...Is Eli really upstairs?" he asked, voice barely audible.Chase didn't answer immediately. Not because he didn't want to, but because he honestly didn't know. His father rarely lied, but he manipulated, controlled and twisted truth until it became something else entirely.Slowly, he reached inside his jacke
Chase eased his car to the curb a short distance from Yost Ice Arena. He kept the engine running, with one hand on the wheel, and the other resting loosely on the gear shift. He didn’t look at Noah when he spoke.“Go straight in.”"You don't have to do this," Noah said at last, one hand on the door handle."I'm not asking." The firmness in Chase’s voice surprised Noah, but there wasn't any arrogance in his expression. “Just go. Text me when practice ends.”Noah studied him for several long seconds before slowly nodding. He opened the door, climbed out, and shut the door. For a moment he simply stood on the sidewalk before Chase pulled the car forward, red taillights glowing in the pale light as it accelerated down the street. Noah stood there, watching those lights until they disappeared around the corner, then he turned and started walking toward the arena. He never noticed the black SUV parked farther down the street, nor the men watching quietly from inside.Chase arrived at the vil
By the time Noah reached the university, morning had already settled in fully, bright and indifferent to everything he had endured just hours before. the school felt like a different world entirely, much too normal and too untouched. He knew he was late and he didn’t need to check the time to confi
The icy night air struck Noah the moment he stepped outside the building, filling his lungs with a cold that felt almost deliberate, and it was not just the temperature. It was the kind of cold that seemed to carry intent, as if the night itself were watching him.Behind him, the door closed with a
There were cracks in the ceiling. Noah had already counted them three times already. They stretched like thin veins across the pale surface, splitting, branching, disappearing into shadows where the weak bulb in the corner couldn’t reach. He looked at them with unfocused eyes, his body still, as if
The ice rink was alive with violence, not the kind that drew blood. Not yet. But the kind that lived in the sharp crack of sticks, the violent scrape of blades carving into ice, and the thunder of bodies slamming into the boards hard enough to make the glass tremble. Cold air bit at exposed skin, c







